5. image training

At 5 AM in Hitotsugidoori, as another taxi creeping along the ground

On the pedestrian crossing that shows a red sign

Like a dead leaf, I wait for the wind
Even though I shouldn’t know about the wind’s direction
Even if I inquired about tomorrow’s whereabouts in the weather forecast
It wouldn’t be correct

In Hitotsugidoori where the sun rose, when I look up there’s a runway

I take the papier mache wings in my hand

Like a toy, I start running
I have to spread my winds, even though I shouldn’t fly
Even if my ignorant figure reflects on the high-storied buildings
It won’t reach

What are you waiting for on the other side of the building?
Something fleeting? Something you’ve never seen?
Before you are pushed in the back by the wind
You’re likely to leap

I will start running once again towards the side I want to jump to
So that I won’t hesitate this time around
Even though it’s not on the other side of the building nor the highway
An image floated by

I will start running countless time towards the side I want to jump to
Farewell, I won’t turn around to look at this city anymore
When it comes up inside this inflated chest
It will shine